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I worry constanty of these dreams at night They come and go as birds of flight The images never leave So I never sleep... Therefor are these really dreams? Maybe there visions or just day dreams. Maybe Im crazy because I cant sleep... I know Im strange but so do they So why does it matter what other people say? My life goes on as if it never happened Am I here or have I taken action? Well Im not gone yet so I must not be apsent. You see me now but may you not later that ok I'll be back soon. Thats one good thing about being me you never know whats gonna happen.